With a little more than a week left in the States, it’s time to get packing. Of course, since my mother is a perfectionist, the packing pretty much started a month ago.
Australia’s seasons are flipped, meaning that while it’s bitter cold and snowing here in Philly, it’s in the high 80’s and 90’s down unda. What that means for me is bathing suits, shorts, and all my lovely sundresses! Since I hate both pants and shoes, putting my shorts,dresses, and flip-flops into my suitcase was a moment of pure joy.
By the end of my stay in Australia, the weather will get a bit chillier, so I’m packing jeans and hoodies as well. Like I said in my previous post, where I’m staying is the largest tropical city in Australia so even their chilly weather is going to feel like heaven to me.
Packing does have its problems though. Especially when you are only allowed to bring one suitcase, a carry on, and a purse or backpack that can fit under your seat. I’ll be in Australia February 9-June 25 and that’s all I can bring? Seriously? I’m a girl. This is an issue.
Despite the limited luggage, I thought I was all set with packing until my mom starting asking questions. “Do you have enough shampoo? Sunscreen? Chapstick? Does anything need to be washed? What about your makeup? Jewelry? Face wash? Do you have a travel toothbrush? Thank goodness I asked!” Oops.
That’s a lot of stuff when you think about it. As a way to save space for the really important things my mom and I went out to Bed, Bath & Beyond and bought some travel space savers to squash my clothes into. Something I recommend to any traveler.
I also have a 3 or 4 day orientation in Melbourne before I reach my school and during that time I will not see my big suit case. That means I have to pack everything I need for those few days into my carry on. It’s a small bag so I can really only pack the essentials. I have shampoo, conditioner, body wash, leave in conditioner, and sunscreen squeezed into proper size containers so I can bring them onto the plane.
If I were a boy, this packing thing would be a hell of a whole lot easier. Unfortunately, I’m cursed to bring along makeup, nail polish, push-up bras, perfume, a hair straightener, a hair waver, flip-flops to match each outfit, purses, my stuffed dog “Dude,” and my DVD of Magic Mike.
Man, I feel like a woman.